I stare at her beautiful face in total awe. She is perfect and I love her more than words can explain. I love that every kiss is accompanied with an, “i-fife, a kish an’ a hug”. I love that she covers her face when she’s nervous, I love that she’s just a little bossy and I love that she’s firm when she says, “No”. I adore her messy hair, un-kept face and her unique ability to get into everything while I’m occupied for only seconds. I laugh when she sings songs that make no sense, when I awake to her completely in the buff wearing a tutu and high plastic heels and that she screams when I explain that 5:30 in the morning is too early for fashion shows.
I love that she has her Brother, Dad and Jack (yes, our dog) wrapped around her itty bitty fingers.
There is no wonder that I spent so many months wishing for her, crying to conceive her and praying that nothing would take her away. I am grateful for every moment I spend with her, that my husband is willing to work like a crazy so I can be home with her and for God gifting me the unique ability to capture her essence with my camera.
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I am so very blessed.
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